Marry The Heir
Police station

The police station, is not the place Shafira wants to go to right now but circumstances force her to be in a place that feels so scary to her.

Still wrapped in the outfit that was chosen by Disa, he sat opposite a policeman who was interrogating him. The gaze of the moustached man before him was terrifying, more terrifying than the headmaster he was attending at this moment.

A few hours ago, Shafira came to a cafe as well as a karaoke place that was used as a meeting place with friends.

Outside the cafe, there is a double cabin car with 2 large tall men dressed all in black standing next to the car. Shafira felt the attention of the man who noticed her from the moment Shafira got off the taxi until she got into the cafe.

“Basic om-om flirtatious, see the girl smooth bit immediately glimpsed.” flicked her hair gracefully then entered into the cafe with light steps.

“Kak, room on behalf of shafira what number?” asked the tall man who looked tensely looking at his computer screen at the reservation table.

“Shafira?” the man called Shafira's name with a straight look.

“Iya I.” replied Shafira casually. He leaned his body against the receptionist table with the right elbow as a pedestal.

The man did not listen, he kept looking at Shafira and occasionally looked at someone behind Shafira. Shafira looked back and saw a man on the phone behind her.

“Lo why bang, kayak so strange with my name? Need signature?” wrinkling his own forehead saw the response of the man before him.

Just shook his head at Shafira's question, then “104, VIP.” hallway answered nervously.

“Euuhh, ngeselin lo! From earlier kek.” snorted Shafira while hitting the reception desk.

He passed to the room he meant. There was no sound of music from each karaoke room, maybe the damper was so good that it was not heard out.

Arriving in front of room 104 Shafira tidied up her makeup for a moment and showed a line of smiles on her lips. “Hay gaisss!!!” he pushed the door of the karaoke room.

His facial expression changed quickly, surprised, confused and not knowing what was going on.

“You shafira?” ask a middle-aged man who looks like he is opening under the sofa karaoke room.

There were no friends there, only leftovers filled the table and bottles of foreign drinks that did not seem to be bottles of fizzy drinks.

“Yes, how do you know? My temen-temen where is om?” He's confused himself. He thinks this crazy his friends to hire a handsome om-om to become his PL (Songwriter).

The man did not answer. He took some small plastic from under the sofa and approached Shafira. “Come us.” pull Shafira's hand roughly.

“Eh what's the main attraction?! Release gag?!” Shafira shook the man's hand but his grip was too strong. “Bang, call the police, I'm in a crazy om-om kidnap!” shafira exclaimed as she passed the reception desk.

The tall man did not budge, only nodding at the man carrying Shafira.

“Lo what the hell, let me pedophile!” shafira shouted who was still trying to revolt.

The man stopped his steps. “You're doing well, or you'll be forced into a police car!” the man snapped while pointing to a double cabin car that read Satresnarkoba followed by the name of the police.

He just realized the writing.

“Eh wait sir, I gag use drugs.” kilah Shafira quickly. “I also gag follow filming 86.” raise his hand quickly.

“You rented room 104 right?”

“I-iya, but..”

“My mouth, you can give us a description in the office.”

“Wait sir. Do not prank kayak gini dong, gag funny.” Shafira's face turned frantic. His voice began to fade.

The man did not flinch. He prefers to forcefully put Shafira in the car.

Shafira could only resign. She wanted to cry because there was nothing she could do.

In front of the police officer, Shafira is currently sitting.

“For what event did you rent that room?” ask the investigator with a sharp eye.

Here is the next question after the previous 3 questions. Shafira's face grew tense, her throat so dry that there was no saliva she could swallow.

“Oath by alek sir, I was invited by my friends. His booking was in my name but I did not do anything. I even met them. As pak-ngacak room it, I just came. The vow. Really.” Shafira's raucous voice from fear is so alarming.

He pointed his two fingers in earnest.

“You know, the party was already running 2 hours earlier. And when we did the raid, they had already escaped.” the man looked back at Shafira sharply.

“So they party without me? That damn michael!” shafira's snort unconsciously.

“Ehh not that sir.” Shafira is wrong. He turned to the entrance of the room for a while, hoping that his parents would come soon.

He really needed help because from then on the question and the police statement in front of him felt like he was trapping him.

“Mih, dady, why are you still not coming anyway. I'm afraid.” Inner Shafira whispered.

He looked at the screen of his phone but it had been more than an hour since he called his parents, not a single person had come.

He could only sigh deeply, wasn't it common for him to face his hard times alone? Not just this time, but a long time ago.

“I tell the chronological story yes sir..” there is no other option for Shafira other than to cooperate with the police and face everything alone.

“Please..” the man is increasingly focused on Shafira. His hands were preparing on the computer keyboard, about to take note of Shafira's statement.

“Okey.” sighed again, trying to calm himself, not just from fear but from disappointment and neglect.

“I did make an appointment with my friends for karaokean at the cafe earlier. We promised to meet at 7pm. I, ira, nara same fia. His sons may be Michael, William, thomas, aldo equally proud."

"But when I came, I didn't meet them. Maybe intentionally, they use me as a money machine to pay for their pleasure, as before.”

“As before?” quoting some of Shafira's words.

Shafira nodded softly. “I am always used by my friends. Pay for meals in the canteen. No birthday party for them. Forced to become a donor of the race accommodation they participated in and others. I'm pathetic right sir?”

Shafira's voice choked. He looked at the police in front of him in tears. Already several times he experienced something similar but only this time he realized that maybe all this time he was only used by his friends.

The man in front of Shafira sighed deeply. He offered bottled water which was then gulped down by Shafira.

“You know that one of your friends is a drug dealer?” this time the voice of the police officer was lower, not as loud as before.

Shafira. He doesn't even know what his friends' life is like. It seems he was wrong if all this time he considered them friends.

“Goodnight.” a heavy voice distracts Shafira and the police sir.

It was Marwan who suddenly stood beside Shafira and showed his 3 cm smile.

Shafira just grunts quietly, always this guy who sent his parents to solve his problems. To meet the BK teacher, accept the report, the value report and of course, release him from the police station.

“I am Marwan, lawyer and guardian of our young lady, miss shafira. He will exercise his right to shut up.” Marwan handed the police a document.

He turned to Shafira and smiled, who just looked down with an uncertain feeling. It wasn't Marwan's presence that he needed right now.

“Please.” said the police officer after reading the file Marwan submitted.

“Thank you.” is calm and reassuring, so is Marwan. “Nona can wait for me in the car. I've bought food for miss.” whispered Marwan who drove Shafira away subtly. He did not even feel that Marwan was defending him.

Take the bag and move. “I'm sorry sir.” said Shafira to the police.

“Please.” the gaze of the police pack turned pity and it was felt right by Shafira.

Shafira passed away to go to the car. He turned to look at Marwan and the policeman, they were talking seriously.

With the tightness in his chest, Shafira immediately headed for Marwan's car. He sat in the back seat leaning his body. Beside him was a package of take away food, his favorite burger and only Marwan knew what it contained.

He took one and bit it. Doesn't it take a lot of energy to face the annoying reality he faces?

One bite he chewed slowly. The burger was still warm but it wasn't this warm feeling that he wanted. It was not Marwan's attention that he expected. Remembering today and the days before, without tears trickling down Shafira's cheeks.

He chewed his food while sobbing. Not only in the eyes of his parents, in the eyes of people who he considered friends was Shafira did not mean anything. No one cares about him. All this time he was only used and the severity he just realized.

Where has he been all this time?

Or maybe he realized but he ignored the treatment of his friends. He hangs in with his friends to comfort himself and convince his lonely self that there are still people who care and want to be with him. But in fact it's not. In the end, he was alone and lonely.

Shafira sobbing. The burger in his hand he did not continue to eat. He was already full and his appetite was gone. Maybe while he's just this like this. Crying alone without anyone watching.

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